Poem Category: All

Midday ambush
a magpie and I
near to her nest.

Orange dawn…
all the breakfast juice
I can swallow.

Rain steams off…
the picket wood fence
becoming grey.

grandchild
with the wind-chimes smiling
ear to ear
.

well water
imaging
the moon.

first light
turning me the shadow
in the shade.

winter rains
in the book-shop warmth
closing time.

kitchen table
the scent of her wreath
untied with the ribbons.

dawn stirs
songs in their brains
a bird at a time.